Is it better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all?

No matter the pain, isn’t the love and friendship worth every tear, and the greater the tears, the greater the love?

I spent yesterday hugging and talking to someone I love who is mourning deeply. Even while mourning, there was laughter and smiles. To me, if those you love can find smiles in heartbreak when talking about your life, then your life was well lived.

It can be hard to find words to say when around others whose worlds feel like they are falling apart. Just being in the same space, catching the pieces as they fall apart, can sometimes be enough. It may take time to put the pieces back together, but when you love someone, you will stay and hold the falling pieces in your heart and arms as long as you have to. The pieces never go back together again the same way, but they eventually find a new spot to rest. The cracks remind you of how you used to be and pain you’ve felt, but the love is the glue that holds you back together and brings you back to shape.

I would rather be cracked, imperfect, and held together by love than smooth, polished, perfect, and alone.

Even when those we love transition out of their human form, they still send us love. Their memories become our glue. I believe their light and love stays with us. That’s how we are able to move on. If you are quiet, and sit with the pain, they sit with you in your heart.

Love never dies.

It may switch forms, but the light is always there.

Khalil Gibran was a Lebanese poet, and I found this writing.

May his words bring comfort…

“Some of you say, “Joy is greater than sorrow,” and others say, “Nay, sorrow is the greater.”

But I say unto you, they are inseparable.

Together they come, and when one sits, alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.”

By his gravestone, are these words…

“A word I want to see written on my grave: I am alive like you, and I am standing beside you. Close your eyes and look around, you will see me in front of you”.

The field of kindness doesn’t die. Summon it.

Your strength is deeper than you know.

Today is the day before break, and we are all exhausted from all of the excitement that seems to come in February. It’s also been an emotional month for many.

I spent Valentine’s Day teaching, then driving back and forth picking up my kids, then to the clinic with rob and Morgan . They both have strep throat. Rob then headed back to work, I grabbed the kids a pizza, and we spent the night on the couch. Rob got home around 8:15 and went to bed while I stayed up taking pills and potions.

I kept saying, “I’ll be here next year for Valentine’s Day. This can’t be my last. We will celebrate with romance next year.”

But we all have been reminded that nothing is promised. So if you didn’t have the day you wanted yesterday, make today the day you want. And If that doesn’t happen, try again the next day.

If you are waking up… you get a do over. Make it count.

I also received word my insurance company has approved the PETMRI for the whole body to check the liver, bones, breast, and now neck. March 4 is so far away yet so close.

So now I will sit and wait, talk to all of my loved ones here on earth and those in my heart. I will summon kindness, and sit with the strength you all give to me, and we all give to each other.

May we all be the glue, the light and the love.

I am healed.

In Jesus’s name, amen.

Xoxo

Keri